Words. For Your Consideration...
"In the year and a half since Vulture first wrote about him, Bieber has exploded: 3.7 million albums sold, reports of riots from Long Island to Australia, a movie that grossed $30 million in its first weekend, just missing the No. 1 box-office spot. And, as AEG Live's chief executive Randy Phillips gushes in Never, a place in the rarefied air of the touring arena acts, in his first go-around.
But why?
...By all accounts, Bieber should be creepy. He's 16, but he looks 12 (or, alternately, he looks like a lesbian). He spends most of his time around people at least a decade older, all of whom, including his mother, are employed by him. He is shrieked at, constantly. And so he shows up on late-night shows and you expect another automaton. But you get something closer to a realistic approximation of, as advertised, a normal teen miraculously shoved into stardom.
His fake takeover of Funny or Die, in which he parodies himself as a petulant child star, is a representative highlight: “It's mine. I bought it. And now it's Bieber or die. Anything that's not Bieber, dies.” He does know how to make fun of himself. He does, somehow, know how to carry himself. These were not things, all evidence indicates, taught to him in a secretive teen-pop-star crash course. This means he has — and boy we dislike typing this probably as much as you dislike reading it — a natural star quality..."
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